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Do you remember Mass before kids? I have vague flashes here and there, mostly of sitting in the pew, mind wandering, not really appreciating the moments of peace.

16 years of marriage and three kids later, it’s been over a decade since I attended Mass with only my own fancies leading me astray. These days, it’s usually a mad dash for the sanctuary, a veiled threat of drastic proportions, or a trip to the parish hall bathroom that drives me to distraction.

Ironically, it’s also the period of my life where I’d most like to keep it at bay.

As a mother, I long for the message of the Gospel. I long for Christ in the Eucharist to fill my heart. And while I am granted the grace of the Mass just by being there, I want to be able to hear God’s voice in the Scriptures. I need that shelter in the storm. Enter this Mass journal, a weekly companion for Catholic moms.